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Dear Lord, Thank You.
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Lisa and I ran away from the cold and hit Nashville, it's 55 degrees here. I turned the oven on to get some heat in here.
I can't win. I'm gonna go to one of those brainwashers so I can no longer tell when it's cold. Or else I'm gonna go down and move in with Carlos. Cold sucks.
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